Kill the crops and steal the stones,
To make the streets and build the homes,
Let it down and keep moving on,
Everything I know will soon be gone.
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh

There's no more water down in the well,
The dirt is dry and it's hot as hell,
The sun keeps beating and the days are long,
Everything I know will soon be gone.
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh-oh whoa oh-oh